Right, time to blow the cobwebs off this mother I think. I've had enough of winter, enough of the coalition, the build-up to the build-up to the presidential race in a country thousands of miles away, the BBC fawning over the monarchy, Cameron having an opinion on everything, top-level football and all its attendant hype, homegrown players throwing themselves around football pitches like they were auditioning for the lead role in a Jurgen Klinsmann biopic, racism (but not Racey. You can never have too much Racey), award ceremonies, red carpets, pop stars popping their clogs, panel shows, bills, people with a sense of entitlement, people whinging on blogs, people not getting irony, people called Alan Shearer, that new bloke on Countdown, and people doing better than me in the fantasy football. You know who you are. But enough of all that. Time to get back to the music I think. As of now this blog is officially in a 'go' situation!
Hands up everyone who'd forgotten how chuffing marvellous this song is?
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